YUM!

I love summer. Tonight, for dinner, we had: pan-roasted chicken breast with carmelized onion, garlic, and braised carrots, sauteed snow peas, and sauteed yellow squash tossed with slow-roasted tomatoes and pesto. So good, so colorful, and it all took 30 minutes to make, start to finish. perhaps I should say...Yum-o.

But we're not the only ones who had a yummy dinner.

That's right kids: Iain had his first taste of actual food.

At the doctor's visit on Monday, we laid our sleep issues at Dr. Warner's feet and begged for wisdom from on high. He said, "give him some rice cereal." "Will that keep him from waking up in the middle of the night?" "No, but when he does you can let him cry himself back to sleep because you can be sure he's *not* hungry."

Worth a try, especially since it's not invasive or drugs or anything about which I would feel uncomfortable. Plus, Iain's been watching us quite intently at the table. He seems to understand what we're doing, in a vague sort of way, and to be curious about food.

So tonight we mixed 3 Tbs of milk with 1Tbs of rice cereal to make a very thin slurry. Baby 411 says you should put a little on the tongue and see what baby does. If he swallows it, you're good. If not, wait a week.

Iain opened his mouth, tasted that mushy stuff, and popped his eyebrows up like it was Christmas morning. You could all but read the brainwaves saying, "Holy Crap! What's that and where can I get some more?" Mouth open like a baby bird, he urged me to Shovel It In.

He ate it all. Well - not all. Right away, some started landing on his crotch, the table, his socks, and up his nose. Charles said, "Look, he's your son!" Thanks, honey. I feel the love. I'd estimate that 75% of it got into him.

Afterward, he needed a bath, but that's the routine anyway. Bath, then nursing, then a book, then sleepytime with the Blade Runner soundtrack. Good times.